Chapter 22
“Why did you bring him here?” the young woman asked, pointing with the gun vaguely at Billy’s feet. She was lean, pretty, in her thirties.
I put my hands up, and the woman leaned forward and pushed my arms down. “Are you nuts! Don’t raise your arms, there are cameras here.” She tugged her jersey hat even lower and adjusted her ponytail, keeping her face hidden from any camera. I realised then that she had barely shown the gun, and that it was my startled imagination that made me think she had pointed it at me. In truth, she had merely shown us the gun and had never threatened us directly.
Huh.
Talk about unreliable eye-witnesses.
Billy was about to raise his long arms and paused halfway, turning the gesture into a scratch and a yawn.
“I wasn’t gonna come meet a crazy sleaz
